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nice smile, but he's married, if that even matters to him.

Then there are the three men from out of town, supposedly here to run all their shipping through Mike's company, which I still don't know what all it is or does. Brett, John and Carl, all about Mike's age, somewhere around 40 and I have no intentions of asking for ID. Brett has dark hair and blue eyes, John has sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, while Carl has white hair and light blue eyes. Like Mike, Jeff and Danny, at this point Brett, John and Carl have seen me naked more than my doctor and fucked me more than most of my last boyfriends.

Combined!

During this last week, in a strange series of events and situations, I inadvertently became something of a personal model for Mike. He kept asking me to try on outfits that he claimed were for his wife Lydia. While I didn't want, seek or ask for any of the attention, including being stared at, touched, rubbed, and brought to orgasm, accepting cash was probably my mistake. Mike told me when I tried something on or did private, secret favors for him, he would pay me cash since he knew I was trying to get a better car. Little by little my boundaries were pushed, I ended up exposed and humiliated more each time, and soon enough I was being exposed to staff and employees, even having mind blowing, humiliating orgasms while at work. Then came the humiliating poker night where three men had their way with me, including Mike, and I really don't want to talk about it.

I might have some of the details confused, my brain hurts at this point, but first it was a slinky dress, then a lusty skirt and sheer blouse. Sheer lingerie came next and then it was a bikini. Technically two of them? What started out as private modeling in the safety of Mike's office somehow turned into being exposed in the outer office, down the hallways, and at one point, in a crowded conference room. Then came the poker night fiasco. I thought wearing nothing but a bikini while serving drinks during poker was a bad idea. I was right, and ended up the focus of a gang bang orgy, first on the poker table, then on a couch... I think.

After the poker gang bang I didn't think it could get worse.

I was wrong and then some.

At a local Country Club, before putting on a skimpy, risque outfit that would get me arrested, Lydia rubbed my entire body in whatever aphrodisiac lotion she gets from Holly (be patient, I'll get to her). Then rubbed in a layer of aphrodisiac sunscreen, I was set up to fail in a slutty golf outfit that most pornstars would have said no to. Of course I ended up naked on the golf course and stuffed like a turkey in the woods by Brett, John, Carl, and especially Mike. Photos were taken and I had barely gotten clean in the Club shower when Lydia drove me to their house. Mike asked me to put on a microkini that made the last two bikinis seem normal. Sadly, it didn't take long before I was naked and all of them fucked me.

All of them. Mike, Danny, Jeff, Brett, John and Carl.

Like after the poker fiasco, I passed out.

Then I went home and faced the wrath of my mom who again wanted to know why I didn't text or call and say that I wasn't coming home. How could I say it was because Mike and Lydia had again set me up to get gang banged and I passed out? After an apology to my mom, Church, lunch and shopping with her and daddy, Lydia showed up and treated me like a best friend and girlfriend until I asked her why Mike was doing these things to me. She scared me when she flipped a switch, and just like her husband has done, twisted the truth to sound like I was the wanton, slutty, out of control tramp who asked to get fucked and didn't appreciate their generosity.

I'm still not clear what I said to calm Lydia down and make her happy.

Lydia had been promising me for two days to take me shopping, then to her beach house for down time and my full initiation to being her girlfriend. Instead, she took me to try on lingerie as the dark, icky feeling encompassed my body and mind. At a busy strip mall, we parked in front of a store called ‘ILLUSIONS', went inside to a lingerie and cosplay shop, and met Holly, quite possibly the hottest redhead I might ever meet. 6' tall, 27 years old with long red hair, green eyes and the ultimate body, Holly made me question my sexuality and think seriously about getting to know her.

Clearly she and Lydia were already intimate, that was no secret.

As fear and doom weighed me down, I found out I was there to ‘try on' lingerie and any set the men bought for their wives, girlfriends or whoever they were sleeping with, I would also get a set to keep. Plus, I would get tips for taking photos and other things. By then, I was well aware what ‘other things' meant and hoped for once it didn't happen. Holly took my bag with overnight clothes, wallet, phone and charger in it, and put it up front behind the counter along with all of the clothes I had been wearing in some kind of bin. When the curtain opened I wanted to die, because there were 8 men standing there. EIGHT! Besides Mike, Jeff and Danny (who had blown me off on a date), the buyers from out of town who didn't seem to want to leave, John, Carl and Brett were there.

And so were two new guys. Blake is 5' 11", 25 years old, has shoulder length black hair, gray eyes, and seems to be an athlete or maybe a body builder. Joe is shorter, maybe 5' 8", 29 years old, is in decent, ‘sit in an office all day' shape, and is a lawyer who does business with Mike and his company. I tried on three sets of lingerie, which all sold, posed for some pictures, and was ready to change into a fourth set when Mike said to Holly "Hold on a minute. I just took up a collection."

Oh God.

I stood there worried, still barely wearing the thin, sheer, white lingerie that had just sold, planning in my mind to go behind the curtain and change like I had done the first three times. Mike asked me if I wanted more lotion, an alarm screamed in my head that I had been right in wondering if the bodywash, lotion and sunscreen Lydia kept rubbing on me was some kind of aphrodisiac.

I mean, each time she rubbed it on me, I felt total bliss and complete arousal.

I might be blonde and a former cheerleader, but I'm not dumb.

Both Mike and Lydia unclasped the bra and peeled down the panties Blake had just bought. I stood there unable to move or think as now I was completely naked where all the men could see me. My body was humming, I was extremely aroused and had so little resistance left when Mike said to Holly "I just collected $900 bucks from the guys and will put $200 in for myself. We want Julie to change where we can see her, rather than behind the curtain."

Oh no.

It looked like the rest of the men moved closer to the stage.

As Mike said that, Lydia was rubbing the lotion onto my naked body and I was overwhelmed as her hands rubbed my breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes, fought to suppress it, but a long, deep moan escaped my lips. Worse, when I moaned, Lydia slipped her hand down to my pussy, teased my lips with her fingers, and I had nothing left as I gasped "Fuck me."

I feared the worst and knew I was about to be the recipient of an 8 man gang bang. I was setting all kinds of unwanted records, this being my fourth gang bang... or was it my fifth? Three men, four, five and then six, each time another man joining the others in having their way with me. 8 men had to be some kind of record, right? Thankfully Holly moved closer, held my chin in her hands, stared into my dazed and aroused eyes, then said to Mike, "This is not our agreement. I want to sell at least 5 sets of lingerie, ten if possible, plus the matching sets for Julie, which means 10 to 20 depending."

What?

Did she say agreement?

Even as Lydia tuned me up, both with the arousal lotion, and her rubbing my body, Mike said "We will guarantee you 10 sets, which means 20, as long as you let Julie pick the sets out after everything is done." I was really, really aroused, my vision was fuzzy, had no energy to think or even whine, but I'm fairly sure that Holly said "Fine, but there's eight of you and I'm super horny. I want in this time."

This time?

Lydia slipped her finger into my needy pussy as she gasped "Me too."

Oh God.

I wish I could detail and describe what went on, but I faded in and out of consciousness between orgasms, and I had a lot of orgasms. I know polite and nervous lawyer Joe was the first to enter me and as he fucked me he asked if I was seeing anyone. What a nice guy. Everyone fucked me, my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and both of my hands were busy. All 8 men had their way with me, and at various times I saw Holly getting screwed as well as Lydia. I think I might have stared when I saw Lydia getting fucked from behind by Blake while she jerked off both Mike and Joe plus she had Brett in her mouth. At one point, Jeff was drilling me and I saw Holly getting double penetrated by Carl and John. I didn't get left out because it hurt when Mike pushed his huge cock into my ass while John fucked me and said he liked me more than his wife.

Considering everything, that didn't seem like much of a compliment.

I have no idea how long it went on, but eventually I blacked out.

I opened my eyes for a few seconds several times.

Then with my entire body aching, I lay there completely used and humiliated. My pussy was sore and my ass hurt, plus for some reason my right boob felt like someone had bitten it. I stared at the ceiling and realized it was really quiet. I laid there, too tired and achy to move, so tilted my head right and left, but did not see anyone. In fact, the store seemed to be empty. I looked at my body and whined because I saw more cum on my skin than two showers could possibly wash off. I lay there feeling really awful about myself and the only thing that crossed my mind was that I would get to pick out 7 sets of lingerie in addition to the first three I had tried on.

I wonder how much I made in tips?

Then I felt a cold, dark fear surround my naked, cum splattered body.

The photographer had been here the whole time.

I had nothing left. No energy, no will, no pride and for sure, no dignity. Besided getting fucked by 8 men including my father's best friend who was turning out to be a horrible boss, with todays content, there had to be hundreds of pictures of me naked, having sex, being fucked, getting cum on, and treated like a worthless whore. All of it sucked. My life at the moment, the unwanted exposure and sex, the near constant and continuous humiliation, the total degradation. I had no one I could talk to because my parents would disown me after the first sentence. Mike and Lydia were the instruments of my shame and disgrace, and not only do I not have a boyfriend, but anyone crazy enough to date me would run full speed to get away now that I was constantly getting fucked.

It ached to sit up. I was dizzy and disoriented to be honest. My stomach growled, I didn't know what time it was, and it still seemed like no one was in the store or even around. I found a bathroom on the third try, the first two doors being a stockroom and office. I did my best to wipe some of the spew off my body with the rough brown paper towels and a lot of water. I peed, sat there naked on the toilet wishing I could go back in time and not go to the interview with Mike. I used the rest of the paper towels to get most of the cum off me, stared at the wreck in the mirror and sighed. If they all wanted to fuck me so badly, why did they leave me laying covered in cum like trash when they were finished?

I'm sorry for repeating myself, but I exited the bathroom completely naked, my entire body ached, especially my pussy and ass, and I called out "Hello?" Nothing but silence. The store was much larger than it looked from the outside. I walked naked and barefoot towards the front, and almost walked right into a young man who had been scrolling his phone. He was around my age, about 5' 11" with short black hair, blue eyes, and had a nice smile. He apologized, his eyes filled with my nudity, and he tried three times to say something when a female voice asked "Brent? Babe? Where did you go?" He took my hand, led me down an aisle, and the way we were standing he was not only crowded against me, but kept touching my naked body. He rubbed my ass twice, brushed my right breast a couple of times, and at one point his hand was on my waist.

I can't even believe I was getting excited so soon after the 8 man gang bang.

I think maybe something broke inside me.

I was breathing deeply, trying to ignore arousal that I didn't understand, and then he said "Come on before she catches us." So soon after waking up achy and covered in cum, I just let him lead me to the end of another aisle and held my breath. As he pressed against me and peeked around the corner, right in front of my face was a bright pink vibrator with a sign that said it had 7 speeds and guaranteed relaxation.

Relaxation?

Oh my.

Brent took my hand again, whispered "Come on" and led me past several racks with really skimpy skirts that made me blush. He realized why I was blushing and flirted "I bet you would look amazing in one of those." I held my breath and struggled to think. Why was I so excited? I usually have an excellent filter, but all the exposure, sex and humiliation may have broken it because I gasped, "I'm naked and you think I would look good in one of those naughty skirts?" Brent stared at me, inhaled suddenly, then led me to the far wall. We hid in a small changing room with a black curtain as the door. Brent said "My girlfriend will blow a fuse if she sees me with you while you're naked, but whatever your name is, you are absolutely gorgeous."

Wow. Suddenly my entire body was warm and it was difficult to breathe.

I know my hair was a mess, I probably had cum on me somewhere, I was naked and disheveled and yet... I blushed as I asked "You think I'm gorgeous?" Brent laughed, "I want to meet the guy who doesn't think you're gorgeous." I sighed then asked "You don't care that I'm naked? You don't even want to know why?" Still holding my hand and crowded against me, he peeked out, practically jumped back, and whispered "Shit. She almost saw me." I asked "Why are you hiding from your girlfriend?" Brent stared at me then asked "Why are you running around naked in a lingerie store?"

I exhaled and said "You won't believe me."

Brent took my hand, whispered "Relax." then asked me "What's your name beautiful?" I sighed "Julie" and he smiled "Wow. Even your name is beautiful." I sighed, ignored the nagging and very confusing arousal that was building up, then asked "Why are you hiding from your girlfriend?" Brent gently turned my hand, whispered "Relax" again, then said "This is because you are so fucking hot." I blushed as he pressed my hand against a thick, hard bulge in his shorts. My God he was hard, really hard, and it was because of me.

Well, at least he hadn't offered me any money.

Also, even when he let go of my hand, I left it there grasping his trapped erection. I don't know why, I just did. Brent stared at me for a long time, then whispered "I came with my girlfriend to shop for lingerie because she thinks I care. I just want her to be naked, who cares about lingerie?" I didn't have an answer because we were crowded together in the small changing room and Brent was really hard. Then he exhaled, and said quietly "Julie, I would really like to fuck you. You're so hot, so beautiful, you're naked, and I don't know how much longer I can focus with you holding my... uh... stuff." I let go of his trapped bulge, fought past any of my purity and dignity that might be left, then asked "Can I see it?" Brent gasped and stared at me, so I blushed bright red and said "You've seen everything I have to offer, seem to be the only decent guy I've met in months, you were man enough to ask me for sex, so it's only fair, right?"

Brent stared at me like he couldn't believe he heard it.

That's okay, I blushed because I couldn't believe I said it.

Brent inhaled slowly and stared at me while I stared at his trapped bulge until he pulled me into a feverish kiss that shortened my erotic fuse. Brent seemed dizzy when he eased back from the kiss, and trust me, I knew the feeling. His girlfriend called out then said to someone or no one "He wouldn't have just left me, I have the keys." Brent asked me "Are you sure you want to see it?" I said "If you knew me, you would know I am never this bold, but... you're so hard... and I'm naked."

Brent stared at my naked body. I knew without question what he was thinking and what he wanted, but the crazy thing was despite all Mike and Lydia have put me through, I think I wanted it. I wanted sex. His girlfriend called out "This is not funny Brent. Where are you?" so I pulled at his shorts, he blushed, then helped me until a long, hard, thick, massive cock came free. I gasped and Brent covered my mouth with his hand as both of mine grasped his huge dick. His shaft was warm and hard. Brent panted "Be careful. Between your looks and body, I'm really stoked."

That was when I made a decision that I would have never made ever. Never ever. I shifted Brent and myself, guided his cock towards my wet pussy, and his eyes got wide as he whispered "Julie? Are you sure?" I panted, "No, but we're both excited and you promise not to cum inside me, right? Brent put his lips to my ear and breathed "Julie, if you let me fuck you right now, I will pull out and explode all over you if that's what you want."

I still can't believe I moaned "Yes. That's what I want."

I moaned when Brent pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy and it sent a wave of mixed pain and pleasure across my body. Brent put his mouth over mine in an awkward mouth on mouth kiss, then pushed his massive cock inside me. I screamed into his mouth as I gripped his body and then he was several inches inside me. Brent tried to make love, but I was in pain and didn't want him to know so I panted in his ear "Just fuck me. I can't take much more." Brent drove into me fast and hard, the first mostly consensual sex I've had in weeks, and while my pussy ached, the pleasure won over and it wasn't long before I bit into his shoulder and moaned "I'll try to be quiet."

I wasn't, not even close.

When my orgasm hit, I screamed through it and felt like electricity was coursing through my body. Brent was huffing, gasped that he can usually last longer, so I kissed his face and breathed "It's okay." He exploded deep inside me and I felt it, his climax was that powerful. I held him while he finished, but unlike any of the assholes at work, Brent actually held me as we caught our breath and cooled down.

Then his girlfriend yanked back the curtain and asked "Who's this slut?"

Everything happened fast. Brent pulled out of me with his cock still drizzling, his girlfriend slapped me so hard it dazed me and rattled my teeth, and then she dragged Brent away by his shirt. Holly appeared and teased "I wondered where you went. If you want to clean up, I have your clothes up front." She walked off and yet again I was left naked and dripping cum in her store.

Damn.

I saw Brent and his girlfriend up front paying, he smiled and waved, but the glare from her actually scared me so I hurried back to the bathroom. Well, at least the rough brown paper towels had been restocked. I peed, wiped up, then made the walk of shame to the front of the store. Thankfully there was no one around to appreciate my recently well used naked body. With so little dignity left, I stood right beside Holly and got dressed, some small satisfaction that the light purple lingerie I put back on had been taken from Lydia's drawer.

Holly was talking about giving me a gift card for the lingerie I had earned but I scrolled my phone, saw a text from Lydia that said "Sorry we had to leave. Mike gave the cash to Holly." Even as I stood there sad and devalued, Holly glanced at the text, reached into a small drawer, and handed me a stack of cash with two paperclips on it. With plenty of shame, I pushed the money into my bag and sighed very quietly "Why me?"

No one answered.

Holly said "If for some reason you end up quitting, not that I know anything or have an opinion, I will hire you at $18 dollars an hour plus commission and a generous store purchase allowance." I inhaled as Holly said "Also, I owe you 10 sets of lingerie, no issue with cost or value. Come pick them out one at a time or all at once, I will honor our agreement regardless if anything happens with Mike and Lydia." Holly took my phone, entered her info, texted herself, smiled, then said "You made a friend today." I stared at Holly who smiled, blushed, then stood closer to whisper "If Lydia doesn't treat you right, I will." While Lydia had never really given me any choice about the touching, kissing, attention or affection, not to mention the oral sex, I pressed close to Holly who blushed as she breathed "Only if you want to."

I purred "I want to" then we kissed a long, warm kiss that excited me.

Then I stood at the door to her store and said "Damn. Lydia was my ride."

Holly stood beside me, her fingers flew on her phone, then she asked me "Address?" I gave it to her, she finished, then said "Huh. Five minutes away, how about that?" She held me with her arm around my side then said "I cannot go against Mike for several reasons, but know this. When it seems like you have no choices, maybe call me and we'll have dinner or just get coffee." I stared at Holly with watering eyes and sniffled, "No one will believe me, and I think I'm in too deep to get out now." Holly exhaled, slipped her fingers into mine, then said "Give me a day to think about this and tell no one, but especially not anyone from work."

I just held Holly and it felt nice to be held.

The UBER arrived and Holly hugged me, kissed me softly, then asked "Text me?" I nodded and said "Thank you." She smiled "You're welcome, and with any luck, you will be." At home, mom was moody and asked me to sit down. She handed me a Pepsi which confused me because she buys soda for me, but usually insists that I drink water. I was sipping the cold soda when mom asked "Talk to me about this modeling?" I swallowed but mom said "You and I have always been closer than mother and daughter. You might be your father's baby, but I would go to jail to protect you Julie, so don't lie to me." I said "You won't believe me, but I think I'm in over my head. Everything's a mess and I don't know how to get out of it."

Daddy came into the room and said, "The RAVENS are winning and the BENGALS are losing. Life is great." I sighed and mom said "We both need to think about what we just talked about. Your father has a late meeting tomorrow, so maybe you and I could order something to be delivered and discuss this some more?" I nodded and daddy asked "What's wrong baby?" I lied "Nothing daddy. Just girl stuff." Daddy smiled and said "Okay baby girl. I love you" and I hugged him then said "I love you daddy." He was kissing mom when I took the Pepsi and went to my bedroom. I put the cash in my lockbox and realized I had almost 5K in very questionable cash. I felt really worthless as I locked the lockbox and put it in a drawer under some t-shirts. I called Holly who flirted "Hi beautiful. I was just thinking about you." I asked "Were you serious earlier?"

Holly asked "About the job offer or about being with you?"

I sighed "Both."

Holly said "Yes to both. I have to go to the bank, run a few errands and figure out dinner. Text or call me later and we can talk about everything." I said "I'll quit tomorrow" but Holly said "Take this free advice that you did not hear from me. Blackmail is hard to win against and the internet is forever. Make sure you think through all your decisions carefully." I sighed "I... I gotta go." Holly said "I didn't mean to upset you baby, I just..." but I hung up on her. Moments later, she texted me "I'm here for you Julie" and I just exhaled.

With a lot on my mind, I undressed and went to take a much needed shower. I washed up, washed my hair, then scrubbed my entire body with my pouf. Then I stood under as hot water as I could stand, just to be sure I was clean. I was standing in my bedroom in sexy blue panties while brushing my hair when Lydia called and said "Yet another change of plans. Because of recent events, Mike wants you to go to our private doctor tomorrow for a checkup. Besides making sure you're not pregnant, with all the guys you're having sex with, we have to be sure you're okay."

What?

I gasped "All the guys I'm having sex with?" Lydia snapped "I'm not doing this Julie and you are beginning to test my patience. No one has made you do anything you didn't want to and yet again, there you stood naked and saying ‘Fuck me'. I will text you the address for the appointment. 9am, do not be late. Call me as soon as the appointment is finished, am I clear?" I said "Yes" and Lydia exhaled "Please stop making me get upset with you Princess."

We were both quiet until Lydia continued "Once you're finished with the appointment and call me with the results, you have to be at the meeting with Mike and some of the staff. I made myself clear to my husband, after that meeting, you are mine and we will go shopping then go to the beach house. Just you and me and whatever food we feel like having delivered." I was quiet until Lydia asked "What? Now you're mad at me?" I lied "No. I was making sure to remember. Doctor appointment at 9am, call you afterwards, a meeting in Mike's office, then finally get to spend time with you." Lydia fell for it and sighed "Yes. Correct. I love you my beautiful little Princess."

Oddly, Lydia hung up without saying anything else, including goodbye.

I decided I didn't need the sexy panties, peeled them off, and put on plain white ones, a simple bra, my favorite TAYLOR SWIFT t-shirt and cute shorts. I cleaned my room, ate dinner with mom and daddy, watched BOSTON BLUE with mom, then laid on my bed scrolling socials. Holly texted "Still mad at me?" I called her and said "I don't really know how to be a girlfriend. I sorta don't have much choice with Lydia, but I would like to try Holly." She sighed then asked "What do you think being a girlfriend means Julie?" I blushed even though Holly couldn't see me and breathed "Doing stuff." Holly purred "Listen here you beautiful blonde knockout, as much as I would love to ‘do stuff' with you, what if we went on a few dates, spent time together and let things happen?" I sighed "Yeah" but Holly surprised me when she said "Plus, when I think you're ready, we'll find a really cute guy, drag him home with us, and give him a night he'll never forget."

I gasped "Oh my God" and Holly laughed "That's what he'll be saying."

We talked for a bit then Holly asked "What if we plan to meet up tomorrow, nothing special, just make time to see each other, then look at maybe Wednesday if I don't have to bail you out for killing a certain person, maybe I could convince you to sleepover?" I sighed "Yeah" and Holly said "We could have a much more intimate, personal try on, just you and me." Before I even realized it, I moaned "I could come over right now" and then froze because my hand was down my shorts, inside my panties, and touching my wet lips.

I hung up without saying goodbye and rushed to the bathroom to wash my hands.

What was happening to me?

When I could finally look at myself in the mirror, I was blushing and anxious.

Back in my bedroom, Holly had texted "Too much too fast and I apologize. Call or text me tomorrow. I can't wait to see you." I replied "Okay, can't wait" and Holly replied with a red heart. I started watching PITCH PERFECT, one of my favorite movies. I went to pee and got a bottle of water when it was over, then put on PITCH PERFECT 2 and got under the covers.

I woke up at 7am to my alarm and apparently a much needed night of sleep. I went pee, sat on my bed, and found two texts from Holly. One was "Good morning beautiful" and the other was a scorching full body nude with the text "Oops, this was supposed to be after our third date." I replied "Goddess" but Holly sent "Go look in the mirror and see the real Goddess." I was giddy in the shower. I had a girlfriend. One that I had a choice about and seemed to actually like me, listen to me, want me. I put on a nice knee length dress with simple but pretty white lingerie and sneakers with no show socks, ate breakfast alone because mom and dad had left for work, then drove to the address Lydia sent me.

It didn't look like any Doctor's office I had ever been to.

I went inside and the bored looking man who half heartedly greeted me asked "Yeah?" I was blinking when I said "I'm Julie. I have a 9am appointment?" The guy exhaled, leaned back in his chair, stared at me, shook his head slightly, then leaned towards his computer. I didn't see a waiting room or any signs that I expected. Oddy, there was a "NO OUTSIDE FILMING OR PHOTOGRAPHY" sign on three of the four walls. That was odd. Just three folding chairs like they hit each other with on WWE and a door that said "RESTROOM IS FOR CLIENTS ONLY."

Something felt off, but the bored guy said "Yeah, okay. Doctors Brad and Tim are waiting for you. Go down the hall to room B and you'll find them." It didn't make sense. I didn't have to fill out any paperwork? And where were the nurses that were usually all over the place? I could swear I heard moaning when I passed rooms ‘A' and ‘C' and thought it was curious that room ‘B' was down the hall past ‘C'. I knocked, went in, and held my breath. There was no exam table or anything I thought there would be, not even a sink or cupboard, no medical posters, nothing.

There was a large easy chair and a bed over in the corner of the room.

Brad was about 5' 9", maybe 30, had sandy brown hair and tired, brown eyes. Tim was taller, maybe 6', around 28, had really short black hair, light blue eyes, and spent a lot of time surveying my body. They directed me to the easy chair and still had not spoken a word as they just began to touch me. My body to be exact. Brad held a clipboard and used his free hand to touch, rub and grab me, but the confusing part was he would touch my side or leg, grope my breast through my dress and bra, then look into my eyes or feel my neck. It was the strangest exam I've ever had and my body was confused because while they boldly grabbed, rubbed and touched my boobs and inner thighs, they continued to poke and prod the rest of my body as well.

After what seemed like ten minutes of that, I was dazed from both unexpected arousal and confusion as to what kind of exam this actually was. Brad set aside his clipboard and pulled at the hem of my dress while Tim slipped his hand down the front of the dress and held my right breast through my bra. I was blinking as Brad now had worked my dress up so that I could see my panties which meant they for sure could see them. He touched all around the front of my crotch, including several touches and rubs of my lips through the thin panty material. I was holding my breath, trying not to moan, but now Tim had pushed and worked the top of my dress down my arms and was pulling at the cups of my bra.

Both of these Doctors were the master of the full on blitz because every time I thought they might be touching me a little too sexually, they would poke, prod or push another part of my body. Brad spoke for the first time, but not to me as he said to Tim, "Maybe we lose the dress?" Tim nodded and pulled at me to stand while Brad pulled to get my dress off. I was uncertain, I have been naked for exams, but this just seemed very odd. Tim said something about cameras and Brad said "I know." I froze even as they continued to touch, poke, prod and rub me. There were at least three cameras that I could see, all of them pointed at the chair I was being examined in.

I had a really, really bad feeling.

I asked them "Why are there cameras in here?" Brad looked at Tim who shrugged and said "For training purposes?" Was that a question or an answer? Training who? I didn't get a lot of time to overthink it though because while Brad was pushing and pulling at my panties, Tim unhooked my bra and sort of rubbed my back for a moment. It was almost as if they would try to distract me every time they did something sexual.

But I had to be overthinking all of it, right?

With my bra off and my panties seriously askew, I fought my excitement and arousal as both Doctors focused on my bare breasts. They rubbed, cupped, squeezed, held, poked and touched my boobs. They also spent a lot of time rubbing, kneading, rolling and playing with my nipples. I got lucky and suppressed the first moan but the second one slipped out and both men froze.

They stared at each other, and then it got weird.

Brad put a thermometer in my mouth while Tim placed his finger on my wet pussy lips inside my panties and held it there. He didn't rub them or try to put it inside of me, he just held his finger against my lower lips. After a moment, Brad looked at the thermometer, exhaled "Huh?" then showed it to Tim. He put it in his pocket, pulled at me, and I found myself in a provocative position leaning over the back of the chair while kneeling into it. While Tim began touching, cupping and squeezing my breasts from the back of the chair where I knelt, Brad pulled at my panties, then kept at it until he had them off me and dropped them to the floor.

Well... now I was naked and fighting unwanted arousal.

What could possibly go wrong?

When I felt Brad's fingers pulling apart and touching my ass, I gasped, but he touched my lips and said "Shhh..." I exhaled and let my head hang down as while Tim was more playing with my breasts and nipples than examining them, Brad slowly pushed a thermometer into my ass. I winced because it was cold and as you may recall, Mike and his friends hadn't exactly treated my body like a Temple recently. I was wet and knew they could see and maybe smell my excitement, but the blitz continued as the Doctors switched positions and while Tim touched and teased around my wet lips, Brad went right to squeezing my boobs and tracing my nipples. Everything felt more sexual and less examination, but just when I was about to complain, they had me by the arms, lifted, pulled and guided me to the bed.

I should have known and you probably already did.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed worrying when Brad kept at me until I lay back face up and he said something to Tim about being restricted. I just watched as both Doctors took off their white lab coats and stood next to each other staring at me with large, visible erections straining their pants. Oh God. I swallowed and expected the worst, but for the next few minutes, both men crawled around my naked body while touching, rubbing and grabbing me. I was excited even though I didn't want to be and felt dizzy with arousal.

At least no one had rubbed the arousal lotion on me.

Plus, as far as I knew, no money exchanged hands.

Tim was kneeling up by my head and kept touching my mouth, pulling it open, looking in it, pressing on my face and neck with his fingers, and then Brad pushed my legs wide apart and said "Very wet." I swallowed and thought "Yeah, sorry. Being played with while naked tended to do that, sorry."

I didn't say it though, so that's good, right?

As if he didn't care, Brad adjusted himself, meaning his erection trapped in his pants, several times, then I gasped when Tim pressed his hard cock against my lips and put his hand under my neck to adjust my head. Even as Tim's thick, hard cock pushed its way into my mouth and I tried to complain, Brad had his cock free now and repeated "So wet." I did try to resist, and for the record I did not say "Fuck me", but once Brad pushed his hard cock inside me, I moaned past Tim's cock fucking my mouth. I lay there, let them have their way, knew that this was NOT a real Doctor exam, and thought of ways to get even with Mike and Lydia. Brad fucked me like he had paid someone to do it and after everything recently, that wasn't a ridiculous possibility. Tim tensed in my throat and came, gagging me and must be when I bucked, Tim lost concentration and came inside me.

Unlike the recent gang bangs at poker night, the golf course, the stupid cook out and yesterday at the try on, once Tim and Brad came, there was no switching of positions or continuing to take what they wanted from me. Without a word, they got off me, off the bed, and left. Well that was something at least. I lay there for a moment, cum drizzling out of my used pussy and probably my mouth, then sat up and looked for something to clean up with.

That's when I realized my clothes were gone.

I don't actually recall when my sneakers came off, but along with my dress, bra and panties, my shoes were gone. I did find a folded hand towel in the tiny bathroom, wiped myself up, peed, then stood in the center of the room and flipped my middle finger to the cameras that were very likely still recording. There wasn't much stuff in the room besides the chair and bed, but I searched one more time for my clothes then whined "Why me?"

At least they left my keys and phone behind.

I called Lydia and interrupted her "Hello" when I huffed, "Those two fake doctors took my clothes after they fucked me. Don't lecture me Lydia, bring me some clothes" and I hung up. I sat on the edge of the bed, wished I had something to drink, wished my life were different, then wished I could find a boyfriend. I also knew somehow, some way, Mike and Lydia would find a way to drive him off even if he was crazy enough to date me.

At least Holly didn't seem to be intimidated by them.

With no clock or watch, I have no idea how long I waited, but Lydia came into the room, shut the door, seemed confused, then said "This isn't like any Doctor's office I've ever been to." She handed me a really small blue bag with handles and said "Mike bought this dress special for you to wear for the meeting." I looked into the bag and just stared. There was not much to the dress and it seemed to be really see through. I pulled it out of the bag, Lydia smiled at me and I blinked. It was thin, sheer, short and not a whole lot of material. I looked into the bag, set the sheer dress aside, looked into the bag again, then tipped the bag upside down but there still was nothing else.

Just the thin, sheer, short, see through dress.

This was bad, real bad.

There was no question they were using me, constantly humiliating me, setting me up to fail in sexual situations, filming and recording all of it, but to what end? I asked Lydia, "Wh... where's the... where's the underwear?" Lydia blinked, seemed legit confused, gently took the bag from me, looked into it, blinked, shook it upside down like I had, then asked me, "Is it with the dress? Did you drop it maybe?" Still naked and now moody, I got off the bed, looked around, exhaled, then asked "You don't by chance have any other clothes with you? Or maybe some extra lingerie?" Lydia shook her head, sighed "No", then said "Well, put that on, we'll go to the office, and knowing my husband, he has all sorts of other clothes and lingerie for you to try on."

That would have made great testimony in a trial, but it was no help at the moment.

As if I hadn't been pushed past my limits with being ‘walked' around the office in bikinis and sheer lingerie, multiple forced exposures both at and away from the office, the poker night fiasco, the golf disaster, the cook out nightmare, the 8 man ‘try on' gang bang, then this ‘exam scam', the complete see-through lack of a dress was the worst. I had tears in my eyes as Lydia said "Julie stop. Put the dress on, we'll go to Mike's office and figure all of this out." I left the pointless dress on the bed, went into the bathroom, peed again, then wished there was a sink so I could at least wash my hands and face.

My hair wasn't a wreck, that was something at least.

It took three tries to get the dress on. It was snug on my body, especially with my large chest. More importantly, besides being short, having no straps or ties, and being literally see-through, it buttoned up the entire front. It was literally like being wrapped in sheer material with the hope that being tight kept it in place. As for the button up front? On the third try with Lydia's help, we got it on, in place where it mostly covered the bottom half of my chest, and when all the buttons were done, I was afraid to move. In just no-show socks because those fake Doctors took my sneakers when they took my clothes, I made it almost to the door when we heard a rip then a pop. Both Lydia and I just stared as a button flew several feet away then rolled against the wall.

I whined, "I'm going to get arrested in this dress."

Outside the fake Doctor's office, a man stared so hard at my body in the tight sheer dress that he walked right into a mailbox and crashed to the ground. And another button popped loose and rolled into the street. Lydia said "Okay, you cannot drive in that, it'll tear right off you and we're right back to you being naked"

I huffed, "Like usual" then said "Nothing" when Lydia asked, "What was that?"

Even with the seat reclined, I lost a button getting in and froze my entire body while Lydia fastened the seat belt over me. She purred, "I would really like to rip that stupid dress off you and give you three orgasms." I moaned and we were kissing until I felt the dress tighten, lost another button, and held my breath. Lydia said "If somehow this dress survives the day, I will pay you $100 bucks to wear it in the bedroom." I whined "So you would be paying me for sex?" With eyes glazed with arousal, Lydia panted "Yes." then shut my door. I held onto my phone and keys, my wallet and bag were locked in my car to be gotten later. Every bad feeling I've had since Mike first asked me to model for him was right, and I had an extremely bad one at the moment.

But I suppressed it and stayed still as Lydia drove to the office.

I lost two buttons getting out of Lydia's car and another just from breathing.

I made it inside with a few buttons remaining, but at least half were gone and to describe my current situation wouldn't really do it any justice. While the dress was clearly intended for bedroom tease or a really daring, erotic costume party, besides being see-through which meant people could see my breasts, nipples and areolae, they could see my pussy lips and ass, and they could see I was NOT wearing any undergarments. With that in mind, while the dress may have had 18 or 20 buttons all up and down the front, as we got onto the elevator, if I had to guess, there were less than 10 left.

If you or anyone else don't think I was gonna end up naked, you're crazy.

On the way to Mike's office, Lydia bumped into me, I fell and we heard a horrible ripping sound. As she helped me stand, then torn scraps of the dress were on the floor... in three different places. I was absolutely, completely naked, and besides Lydia, four men stood there wide eyed staring at me. Lydia was breathing deeply and saying this wasn't what they wanted and I froze, felt REAL fear, and panted "Lydia? What do you mean this isn't what you wanted?"

Wild eyed, Lydia stared at me and breathed in and out deeply. I stood there with nowhere to hide, and completely naked. Lydia took me by the hand, led me past the staring men and my desk. Mike gasped when he saw me naked and asked "What happened to the dress?"

I pleaded with Mike "Don't you have something I can wear? Please?"

Mike smiled and said "Lucky for you, I bought two of those dresses".

Oh God no...

... to be continued!

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- - - WRITERS NOTE - - -

The fake doctor scene was my very first attempt to pay tribute to ‘BOOB EXAM SCAM', a genre that was huge in the 2000's, or maybe it was in the 2010 timeframe? Anyways, I hope it reads well as it is intended to pay homage to the ridiculous porn series.

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